Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.